"You won't be feeling much of anything if you finish your flask. Well, except maybe a bit warm." Vedette capped her flask.
Vedette was pretty sure he was exhaggerating, but maybe she should have been more concerned about him being cold. She was insanely concerned about the fact that he'd probably get so drunk that taking off his jacket would be appealing. Well, maybe not that appealing. He enjoyed drinking but he wasn't stupid. Vedette nodded towards the fire.
"You could always lay down beside the fire. I'll warn you if it throws sparks your way." She should have offered him her jacket. Or perhaps went to her pack to pull out one of the wool blankets they'd been sent off with. She glanced back towards where the packs were piled, but only ended up uncapping her flask again and taking another pull.
"Or I could go get you one of those wool blankets we brought up with us."